Once upon a time, a handful of developers found themselves trapped in the same bleak cycle: soulless cities run by power-hungry admins, stale recycled storylines, and roleplay so dead you could smell the decay through your headset. Speak your mind? Banned. Step out of line? Vanished. Watch the same group of cronies hoard every storyline like dragons squatting on a hoard of tedium? Every. Single. Time.

We’d had enough.

So we did what any slightly unhinged Brits would do — we burned the map and drew our own. Broken Britain was born from frustration, spite, and a stubborn refusal to keep playing someone else’s dull little game. A city built by the players, for the players. No oppressive admin regime breathing down your neck, no ego-stroking cliques deciding who matters. Here, the laws are shaped by the people, and the story belongs to those bold enough to grab it.

It’s not utopia. Hell, it’s barely holding together some days. But it’s ours. A place where roleplay means tension, consequence, and the occasional public execution (metaphorical or otherwise). Where no idea’s too risky, and no one gets exiled for having a brain in their head.

This is Broken Britain. It’s messy. It’s unpredictable. It’s alive. And you’re welcome to dive in — just don’t expect a fairy tale.